Story: Michiru's Body Wash

 

The relationship between Michiru and Haruka was a very healthy one. Oh, certainly, some might turn their nose up at these two being so close. Two girls? In a sexual relationship? Unthinkable. Except you wouldn't think that when they were out in public, no matter your feelings on them. After all, Haruka looked and acted so much like a man that you couldn't see the obvious tells about her true feminine nature.

Not so here in the bath. Those illusions were stripped away. The larger girl was sitting back, hugging her girlfriend and feeling absolutely phenomenal.Something about Michiru was so... intoxicating today. She couldn't put her finger on it. But it was true. Michiru was simply enthralling today. She was so playful, so flirtatious, so... Hot.

"You know, you're, like, sooooo handsome~" Michiru tittered. "Here, lemme share this, like, body wash with you."

"Eh, this sorta stuff isn't normally for - " Haruka began, but stopped when she felt Michiru rub the pink goop into her scalp. Oh. Oh! That did feel really nice! Not just the body wash either, Michiru's body! She was holding it up against Haruka's while rubbing it into her scalp, squeezing and caressing, pushing and rubbing, and -

"Tee hee, you've worked, like, super hard alllll day~" Michiru giggled. "Here, let me give you a titty scalp massage!"

This was exactly what it sounded like. Michiru hefted her bosom right on top of Haruka's head and pushed the enormous mounds of flesh right into Haruka's scalp, rubbing and washing the pink goop right into Haruka's short hair. She thought to protest for a moment, that since her hair wasn't that long she didn't need this much attention to it... But that would mean that this extremely, ridiculously erotic event would have to come to an early stop!

"It feels good, right~" Michiru sang. She pinched her boobs together with her upper arms, which freed up her hands. Her soapy, goopy hands, which she covered with yet more of the pink stuff, so she could slide it down, down, down Haruka's body. Starting with her shoulders, then gliding those delicate hands down her chest. Haruka's breasts were small, much smaller than Michiru's, but they were still nicely shaped.

Oh! But when Michiru's hands reached Haruka's breasts, those fingers didn't just knead and pleasure them! They were lighting her nerves on fire with sensation that she'd never felt before! Combine this with the boob massage, and you could forgive Haruka for failing to notice when the change began.

It was centred in her breasts, naturally. Michiru's fingers were rubbing them, squeezing them, pushing around the flesh, and the funny thing is that it almost seemed to make it grow. And grow. And grow and grow and grow, each spurt followed by a sound Haruka had rarely ever made, a sound she'd never, ever make in front of anyone but the woman she loved. A barely human, guttural, animalistic wail that was near orgasmic... By which we mean, you'd need an electronic microscope to tell the difference.

"That's a nice sound you played there~" Michiru chirped happily, moving her hands down and around Haruka's tummy, washing out her navel with great care. Grabbing the bottle, putting the opening right into her belly button and squeezing out a dollop. Then pouting upon noticing it pour out due to gravity, so she put in some more in a hope to make it fit in. A foolish, bimboish hope. This, of course, meant that her breasts were no longer massaging Haruka's scalp and instead lay upon her shoulders, trapping the entire back of her head behind an enormous, ridiculous, obscene valley of tender inviting cleavage. "Wanna hit that note again?"

Next, her hands moved to their inevitable destination. Normally Haruka would need a bit more foreplay before they went as far as this. Yes, more than what you've seen so far. These girls had to get kinky before they rocked each other's worlds. Today though, no further foreplay was needed. Michiru's fingers were gobbled up by Haruka's pussy. Sucked in like a vacuum cleaner. Normally, water makes a terrible lubricant for flesh... But this wasn't just water. It was water soaked with bimbofying body wash! Of course a pair of fingers would slip inside as easily as taking a breath when drenched in that stuff! And, of course, now that it was inside Haruka's body, it was capable of working all that much faster!

"Oh! What's, like, gotten into you today?" Haruka asked, writhing in too much pleasure to give a shit about much of anything else at all. "Tee hee~ Wait, did I just giggle?"

"You sure did, sexy!" Michiru replied. "It's a good sound from you. I think you should giggle more~"

Something inside Haruka's brain tried to warn her that something was wrong. This part of her was quickly silenced when Michiru used her spare hand to tilt Haruka's head into position for Michiru to french her, and french her deep. How deep? Well, the deepest hole ever dug by humanity was dug by the USSR over the course of literal decades, and went 7.5 miles deep. A tiny fraction of the way to the Earth's core. Well, Michiru's kiss, in a purely metaphorical sense, went twice as deep as that. Literally it was obviously not that deep. Actually, it didn't even touch the ground if we're speaking in a literal sense. Nonetheless, as far as Haruka was concerned Michiru's tongue go brrrrrr.

Her hips humped up against the hand that was fucking her, trying to bring it deeper and deeper inside as well. Inviting in the addictive bimbo qualities with far less of a fight than she should have put up. Considering her personality, Haruka would have normally tossed Michiru aside and ran from the room to put as much distance from herself as possible, if not for the fact that this was the one and only way to make her lower her guard.

Thus, as the two of them got it on right there in the bath, Haruka's eyes rolled back in her head while the two of them were embraced, in full, by an assortment of bubbles, which built up over them, engulfing them, surrounding them... and if you listened very closely, you might just hear something going pop, pop, pop inside of Haruka's no longer tomboy head.

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The Outer Sailors didn't usually get involved in the affairs of Earth itself, per se, unless the matters were coming from outside of the galaxy. That was meant to be their specialty, you see. The Outer Senshi. Outer Guardians. To protect from that which comes from outside this little section of the universe.

In Setsuna's case, she was meant to prevent attacks that came through time itself. A heavy responsibility. It had resulted in aeons of loneliness, which were now somewhat abated by her shift in responsibilities. An opportunity to live inside one era, while still protecting the planet and the people in the time they would need it most.

Nonetheless, she was still part of this team... and that meant, when she became aware of a threat from beyond, she had to act upon it. She could sense it. Something coming through time. Something big, something dangerous, something she would have to have a hand in stopping. It was annoying. She'd intended to give her friends a fun night off, but the needs of their responsibilities outweighed the needs of their everyday lives. How could they enjoy those everyday lives when people might suffer through their lax behaviour?

"Michiru! Haruka!" She knocked on the door to the bathroom. "We have a crisis to deal with! Transform as soon as you're able, I'll meet you there."

"Awww... Okay~" the two of them sang back to her, in eerie symphony. Oh dear. She must have interrupted them at a 'fun' moment. Oh well, never mind. For now she would transform into Sailor Pluto... while it seemed that Sailor Saturn was already prepared. Hopefully she would not be needed. If she was... then things would have truly turned out terribly.

"Let's go!" Sailor Saturn said, wielding her glaive with heavy purpose. Indeed! They must be off! But... little did they realise, that there was a far bigger threat right there in their very own residence, even as they were leaving it. No, not their colleagues... but rather, the little pink bottle they were leaving in the bathroom, even as they arose to transform.

"Bimbo Makeup! Uranus!"

"Bimbo Makeup! Neptune!"